I had to have a physical at the doctor's today. i'm 29,I expected the usual tests,especially the urine test.I went in,filled out the forms,took them back to the nurse,and the nurse told me they were going to need a urine sample and a stool sample.I could'nt belive it!I told her that I've never had to do this, but I guess i could try if I had to. She handed me a cup for my urine,and another container for my poop and a wooden stick and some wipes.She told me to sit on the toilet and spread my legs,urinate in the toilet a bit and stop wipe myself and continue in the cup.Then she said to have my bowel movement in the toilet,when I was finished I was to scoop a small piece out with the stick and put in the container.She said to come back to the desk when i was finished,and she would go and get the samples.I said ok,she led me to the bathroom,I shut the door .I put the containers onthe edge of the sink,first opening them of course! Pulled my pants down,sat down,opened the wipes,peed for a second ,wiped myself and filled the little cup full of urine.Now for the hard part! I sat there for a couple of miutes,It was an afternoon appointment,so I already ate lunch,and had'nt pooped yet.I started pushing alittle,no luck.I think it was beacause I was nervous!I relaxed a little and pushed out a small poop,about 3 inches long and alittle dingle berry and alittle more pee.So I looked between my legs and saw that there was enough.So i stood upand grabbed the stick and the cup,and proceded to cut a ping pong ball size poop for the sample. I put it in the cup and put the lid on it.Wiped myself and flushed.I pulled up my clothes,and went to get the nurse.She asked if I got the samples,and I said yes.She went an dgot them and took them to the lab and came back.I asked her If the stool test is normal,she said no,but the doctor is really thourogh,she said usually they cant get the patient do a sample,so the y dont push to often for it.But if they can get the sample they can see more of what's going on with there bodies.I have'nt got the results yet but I will let you know.Is there any other women who have had to do this test? or just a urine test? BYe!!
Haly: As Tony and Dazz say, British toilets typically do have a 12" gap between seat and water, and the water is deeper, but narrower, too. So yes you can get some good sounds. The level of noise probably also relates to how the turd hits the water. As with an olympic diving event, if you enter the water vertically there is little splash. If the diver/turd enters at an angle, Kersplash. Maybe the noisier poopers have a habit of moving as they release? In such a way you can get a splash with a big turd in a N. American toilet, particularly if the submerged leading part has started to slip round the bend. Jill: maybe you move one way, your husband the other to produce the different skidmarks. Teresa: Regarding the smells partners make. Like Kenneth says, it depends on their BM. If they're soft and runny, no I don't admire the smell. Read with interest the constipation stories. I occasionally have to travel long distances and it invariably bungs me up for 3 – 6 days (and the next BM is then of the long fat torpedo variety). I don't know if it's a psychological development from when I was young and used to get too excited about upcoming holidays abroad, which always gave me diarrhea on the day of travel. Another story Several of us in our senior year at high school were preparing for a Christmas play. I had disappeared to have a pee and bumped into a classmate on the way to the washrooms, who was acting rather guilty-like about something. When I got to the stalls it was impossible not to notice in the end cubicle a 5 inch long, inch wide shiny, firm golden brown turd sitting on the floor.
Hi everyone. I was interested to read the recent posts re toilet design. Certainly the old fasioned UK toilets have a long drop between the seat and water level in the pan, and as Tony relates, the hole at the bottom is quite large enabling you to inspect the contents very well. During the 1960s close-coupled WCs became popular; however, the head of water was not sufficient to flush a conventional wash-down pan and a syphonic water trap was needed to effectively suck the jobbies and TP out of the pan. The water level in the pan of this type of toilet is only about 8" below seat level and the exit hole is of small diameter and at the rear, so it is possible to see even the largest turd in its entirety prior to flushing. Sadly, these toilets have been superseded by wash-down toilets which have exits which allow turds to slide partially or completely out of view. I don't know how British toilets compare with those in the US, Canada or Australia, but they are infiniely preferable to some of those I have used in continental Europe, particularly Germany.
the only time i realy enjoy using the bathroom is when i take an enema. i usaly start out with a couple of suppositories, followed by a disposible warm mineral oil enema. after i go to the toilet, i take a 2 quart warm soapy enema,expell it, and then take a 2 quart warm water enema.depending on how constipated i am, i sometimes follow this up with a quart of warm olive oil.
my mother was always constipated. she had a routine, every day she would fill up her enema bag and go into the bathroom. she then sit on the toilette and try to go. she would fart once or twice. then she would take the enema. i would be looking thru the keyhole and see her reading a newspaper. after taking the enema she would pass water and several hard motions.
Does anyone know what happens to the rectum when it fills up with faeces: I mean its shape? All the pictures you see in medical books show it to be sausage shaped like the poo which emerges, but I wonder if it fills up like a balloon when really full. Like an icing bag used to ice a cake, it could be fat and round with the shape of the turd determined by the sphincter hole it has to emerge from, the same as icing when squeezed out of the bag. It certainly feels like a balloon when you are busting to go. I've done some satisfying ones lately. The best was a huge pile in the pan at work which finished up long and straight for about a foot, with six inches leaning straight up against the pan out of the water. I was strongly tempted to leave it there to amuse the next dumper, but I flushed it away. I've also done a few of a type which I think are the most enjoyable-that's where you get a smallish hard lump of turd, with a pocket of gas behind it! With a good bit of pressure you can get it to go off like a gun, with the jobbie shooting out jet propelled. Ace. Sometimes this sort will also get you a splash of water which always seems to hit right up the middle of your anus: not so good!
I am intrigued whether anyone in this group has ever ignited a fart. I had heard that fart gas was flammable so, one night when I was staying in a hotel, I felt particularly gassy. I stood in front of the mirror fully clothed and held a match as I released a mighty fart. A tongue of blue and yellow flame shot out and followed the curve of my back right up to my neck. Neither myself nor my clothes suffered any damage although there was a slight smell of burning cloth in the air afterwards. It was a very dramatic experience but I've never been able to get such a dramatic effect since. If anyone, particularly girls, have done this with dramatic results, I'd love to hear about it. Ed.
Opps, I dissappeared for a while. I'm back at school and using a friend's computer. I have a new job, at a day care. So I get to change diapers. Okay, so yesterday I saw this kid (who we are trying to potty train) standing in an awkward position. I asked him if he needed to go potty. He looked a bit uncomfortable. He said no. I went back to cleaning up after lunch and he dissappeared. He re-emmerged from the back room several minutes later with a soiled diaper and informed me that he needed to poop. I told him he already pooped and needed to tell me in advanced next time. Boy did that diaper reek! That was in the top 10 worst smelling diapers list. YUCK! It was green diarrhea and I must've gone through 10 baby wipes. I cleaned him up and an observing co-worker said, 'I bet he feels a lot better now!'
One time when I was really young, like 7 or 8 years old, I had quite a few friends into some strange stuff. One liked to jump into a pool of mud and get comepletely covered. Anyway, one time I was with my friend Shannon and Marc. We were playing when I suddenly got the urge to pee. I was really to into the game to listen to nature so I ignored it. A bit later, the pressure was really dancing on me, so I was about to pipe up when a wave comes on with tremendous force. I nearly broke out in tears, and my friends asked me what was wrong. I told them I had to go, and I could barely hold it. I also felt some pretty heavy pressure on my bowels. They led me to a secret area, a small cave in the field we were playing in. I felt a small dribble and almost lost it. 2 more dribbles followed, and a small wet spot formed at my crotch. We were almost there when I felt a big spurt, and saw the wet spot grow quickly. I panicked a bit, which made me pee even more. By the time we were in there, the spot had grown almost halfway to my knees. I then was about to promptly pull down my jeans, when I tripped, and was sent sprawling on the ground. I lost control and let loose a torrent of pee. My pants were soaked. Marc stared in curiosity while Shannon tried to hwelp me up. I was crying, when I felt a cramp from my other side. I then said I had to poop too, so I waited 'till the cramp went away. I was pulling my wet jeans down when another cramp surged, and again I lost control and some firm poop found its way into my panties. I cried some more, then took of my panties to survey the damage. They were soaked, and brown from the poop. My friend Marc was very sympathetic, but more curious than that. Marc asked me how it felt. It felt pretty good, but I was cold from the pee, but besides the smell, I didn't mind the poop. Shannon just laughed. She then stated that she also had to go poop too, and that we should head back. Right as we were about to leave the secret tunnel I got a sly idea. I told Marc and he obliged. At the entrance to the tunnel Marc grabbed her by the stomach and pushed on it. I tickled her and she was crying for us to stop, saying that she would have an accident in her pants too. I said that that was our plan. She just gave a helpless look, and then marc felt a bulge from Shannon's Pants. Then from my point, a wet spot formed at her crotch, which quickly grew and grew untill it was even bigger than mine. She was crying, but then I told her not to laugh at another's misfortunes again, and that we could change at my house. Luckily, my parents were out at work so we could easily clean up. After throwing our panties out, I gave her a pair of hers that she had left at my house awhile ago. I changed and she changed. We were like new, except we had different pants on. Strangely, our parents never found out. I will write more soon, please respond about this one though!
Thanks for the reply Trevor. I still can't see the reason why a man would sit forward, but I did ask my husband and he says he does. He also said that he has only peed on the carpet when he is standing up - never when sat down. Not really sure why you say the toilet isn't big enough. My bum is much bigger than my husband's!
To Richard: Thanks for telling us about you experience on the train with your colleague. I am a regular commuter, and there are many times that I have held on after a big lunch so that I can "go" on the train. It's such a logical thing to do in this busy world... why spend time sitting on the loo, when you could be travelling at the same time? The usual reason that train loos don't flush seems to be that they run out of water. I try to remember to check the flush first. I think you will find most women are prepared for the "no paper" situation - I always carry some tissues in my handbag.
Last night my 2 girls and I went to Penny's to pick up packages that was ordered when my youngest had to go to the bathroom ,so her older sis took her there after about 5 minunts they both came out laughing I asked what's so funny they said that a Lady was doing a lot of farting on the toilet and a lot of poo-poo was coming out they never heard anybody using the bathroom like that before and the lady was doing a lot of groaning and more poo-poo was coming out. What a experence.
Hello once again everyone. This post is about something that has happened to recently. Around mid August '98 a friend of mine, Justine, and I were returning from a week long trip to Las Vegas. The flight home was long and it didn't get in until around midnight. By that time I had built up a really urgent need to go to the bathroom since there was no way I was going on the airplane. Justine and I decided to split a cab home because we live near each other, but when we got outside we saw that there was about a twenty person line for taxi cabs. I didn't know how much longer I could hold it so I suggested we just take the train home. After the long walk over to the station I was shocked to see that the train had stopped running for the night, so we lugged all of our luggage back over to the airport to wait in line for a taxi. I felt like I was going to burst as we stood in line, but when we had finally gotten to be next I broke down and decided I was going to go to the toilet inside the airport. I told Justine to watch my bags for me as I rushed inside. I walked quickly with my legs locked together in search of the ladies room. It was a long walk down the hallway but I finally found one. Since it was so late the bathroom was empty which was good because I knew I was going to make a lot of noise and a terrible smell. I went into the handicapped stall at the back of the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I quickly undid my pants and whipped them down around my knees; before I could even sit all the way down the wet poops began to pour out into the bowl with a loud splashing noise along with a strong stream of urine. The heavy smell of a good BM filled the whole ladies room, but I felt very relieved when I was done. I knew it would take many wads of toilet paper to clean the wet mess in my anus. Although I wiped pretty good I was still afraid I would leave a stain in my panties. As I was leaving a janitor walked in to clean the restroom for the night and as I walked through the door I could hear her commenting on the smell I had left. Bye for now.
Poop Loggy Log, yes, that is one of the highlights of flushing poop down a toilet. And to me, the sound that the toilet makes is even more fascinating. What do you think of that?
Sunday, January 31, 1999
The differences between American and British toilets are very significant. The much higher water level in American toilets does mean that that you are unlikely to hear loud splashes as the turds hit the water. It also means, and this is important in the turd length debate that they are much less likely to break up in their fall. I tend to produce very small turds, beacause mine are so soft they disintegrate as they fall. But I noticed that in when I was shitting in the States, they landed intact in the water and I found that even I could produce 9-inchers. The other big difference is the flush mechanism. American toilets mainly have a sort of syphon mechanism that sucks the turds, TP etc. downwards. Most British toilets flush by pouring water from under the rim on top of the contents of the bottom of the bowl, thereby pushing them out rather than sucking them. Skidmarks: the best way to avoid skidmarks in the toilet is to flush frequently. In that way you never see your total evacuation as one big pile in the bowl, but it does mean that you don't leave skidmarks, which are caused by the turds sitting there for some time. [I'm only talking about skidmarks in the toilet, not the ones in your pants..].
heh thanks for the comment steph i am very lucky to have him. oh well he got these suppositories and did a silly thing. he said i would be better of with these should it happen again and then the silly guy got the nozzle of thr enema in one hand and a suppository in the other and told me which would you rather have put in you. i laughed and said okay okay i get the picture. oh yesterday i had to poop awfully bad. i got the urge to go at school right after lunch but decided to hold it in till i got home. oh it was horrible espicially when i had to go pee. i sat there fighting the poop and trying to pee. well when i got home i ran to the potty stripping off my hose and pampies and just dropped them on the way to the bathroom and had a seat. oh what a sweet feeling of being bare tushied and feeling the cool seat on your thighs when you gotta go bad. i didnt even have to push it just started coming on its own so i just sat there and enjoyed it. my cousin came in and asked if i was okay. i nanooded and then there was a big splash. i giggled and he said well sounds like someone having a great poop ill close the door so you can finish inpeace and he did. oh i felt so much better as 3 more poop came out athey were huge. my poor tushy had to open wide to let them out. after that i had a pee.i sat there singing while the guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuussssssssssssssshhhh sound echoed in the bathroom. while i was my cousin knocked on the door and after i tld him to come in he handed my some short and a shirt as well as my pampies which i left on the floor in the hall so i could change. heh well that's all for now hope you all feel as good as i did then. linda
Hi everyone. This is for the ladies.I was wondering. After peeing, what is the favorite way of wiping? Is it from the front between the legs, from the side under the leg, or from the back past the buttocks? In any of these methods, do you remain sitting on the toilet? Finally, is your method of wiping the way you were taught when being potty-trained?
Linda-- Glade to hear your cousin helped you with your enema. Poor kid, I know how ruogh they can be sometimes. I'd like to ask a question if I may. When you finally began to poop was it like diarrea or did you still have to grunt and push to get stuff out? Most stories I've read where people have enemas say thet stuff just flows out...Its never that way for me, even with an enema I still have to strain and struggle to get the pieces out. Sometimes my Mom, who was the one that gave me enenmas would have to dig the first piece out with her fingers. Taraesa-- When will we hear more from you?-- JW
Richard, thanks for the story about your colleague who blocked the train toilet. Some years ago I used to be a commuter, and there was a woman who would get on the train every morning, and almost immediately go to the toilet for about 15mins. I was often tempted to look in there after she had finished, but I never had the courage - the whole carriage seems to be watching! Was her turd really that thick? Take your tape measure next time!
I have been lurking for a while. I figured it's time to contribute. This is when I was in college and I was with a buddy of mine and his really cute girlfriend. We were at a frat party that was in an old big basement in the house. We were all drinking alot of beer, and were ready to leave when Tracey had to pee really bad, and couldn't find where to go. So she went behind a big pole and told me and Chuck to "guard her." She lifted her dress (we couldn't see as our backs were to her) and pissed like a race horse all over the floor. It was gushing so hard that it was actually splashing on all our legs. It was pretty funny actually.
Friday, January 29, 1999
Adam from Canada
I was at school doing some studying in the hall near the men's washroom and I had this urge to go poop. I went into the wr and there was another guy pooping. I waited, because I don't like to poop when when there are other people around. The wr had three stalls and the one most people use is no.3, which is at the far end. I don't know why it is so popular. I waited and this guy took 10 min to go. I got to use it and it was left in clean shape. One thing people tend to do is leave the toilet paper hanging half to the ground. I don't do that. The poop was ok. I didn't really do much....
To Haly.......There is a big difference between US toilets and others around the world. I don't know what European toilets are like, but the ones in England do have nearly a foot between the level of the seat and the water. Australian toilets have about a foot between seat and water too (I live in Australia). This large distance almost gaurantees a big "PLOP" or "KERSPLUNK" or whatever for all but the biggest turds. I also find that I get a good splash on the ass nearly every turd because of this. I really enjoy the way it feels when that happens, especially if I get splashed right up my asshole!!!! I heard a story on the radio once when a young woman rang up to request a song. She told the announcer about how she went on holidays to the US and used a toilet in a hotel room. She had done her poo and when she went to wipe her ass, stuck her hand straight into the toilet water. She had described the toilet as being like a gold fish bowl with water almost up to the rim, so I guess that is why her hand went into the water (eeeewwwwww!!!!)
Hi guys! Linda, I'm glad you had that enema and were able to poop. It must be nice to have a cousin who's so loving and understanding. To Nicola and everyone else who's posted about (the size of) male vs. female BMs, unfortunately, I've never seen a guy dump nor have I even seen the "results" of one. My friend Jodi tends take larger (in size) dumps than Alex or me, but that's due to her being "large and athletic" (her words)- she's also lactose intolerant, so that could play a part in it. Alex, Jodi, Laura, and I went up north for a ski weekend while we were on winter break. The three of us (except Laura, who wants no part in this, which we respect) had the opportunity to have several enjoyable "buddy dumps." I'll let Alex and Jodi comment further on this, when they have the time to post again... Has anybody felt "bunched up" after eating several bagels? I had a good *bagel dump* a couple of days ago. It came out very "spongy" (that's the best way I can describe it) and there was almost no residue on the TP when I wiped. I'm back to *regular* (for me) now. Peace and love to all, Steph
Poop Loggy Logg
Don't you love when you drop a long, straight turd into the bowl, and then when you flush, it rotates at an ever increasing rate, like a helicopter blade starting up, until its final breakup and disappearance? The best part of all is when it's long enough for one of the tips to contact the sides of the bowl, and you get a brown line in the shape of a helix on the bowl as your dump makes its way down the tubes. I've never seen it, but I imagine if you had a turd long enough that both tips touched the bowl, you'd get a double helix design, just like DNA. Wonder if that's where Watson and Crick got their idea from?
Richard I loved your letter about your plump female collegue doing such a lovely big jobbie in the train toilet and you seeing it. I would not however have mentioned it to her firstly to avoid embarassing her, and secondly if she knew you saw it then she might ensure next time that it goes away before she leaves the toilet. I do query its thickness being 4 to 4.5 inches thick as this is likely to be the circumference (girth) not the diameter, (cross sectional thickness) correct me if Im wrong but whatever it was surely a lovely big turd and I would have buddy dumped mine on top of it too, even if there was no toilet paper and it meant getting skid marks in my knickers, (by the way did this mean Karen also got skid marks in her knickers too?) . Haly, British toilets, especially the older ones, do tend to be higher with a longer drop to the water so even big jobbies can make a loud "kur-sploonk!" The one we had at home when I was a kid could accomodate some real whoppers, such as my mum did, although the flush was weak and the cistern took a long time to refill, factors which let me often see her big fat jobbies. I did notice however in some other toilets, and in the more modern ones, that a really big one of 12 inches long would as Haly says already have its start in the water while the rest was still coming out of the person doing its rectum and make only a quiet "floomp" if any sound at all. Reading about the "aloe colon cleanser" I agree that the ingredients add up to a powerful laxative which would cause diarrhea. I did however recall a slimming product I used to great effect as a teenager. These were cellulose tablets which swelled up in the stomach and made the user feel full and thus eat less. I first read about it in one of my mum's magazines, "Women's Own" in an article on slimming. It described these tablets but had a warning note ".....users may find that their stools become much larger and difficult to flush" I just had to buy some so used my pocket money to buy a pack from a large chemists. I read the leaflet which gave the same warning and took the tablets as stated. It did reduce my appetite . The motion I passed the same day was of fairly normal size for me at that age (14) of about 7 inches long and 1.5 thick but of course the tablets had not yet worked their way through my system. Next day at school at morning break however I felt a fullness in the ???? then the filling of my back passage so went to the Boys Toilet and sat on the toilet pan. First I passed a nobbily turd of about 6 inches with a loud "Ker-sploonk!" then I felt this smooth fat jobbie slide slowly out with my giving it a steady pressure . I looked down between my legs and could see it a fat smooth brown turd. It just seemed to keep coming out then tapered off and dropped into the pan with a "floomp!". Needless to say it stuck solid in the pan so I left it and was pleased when some of the other lads saw it and commented on its great size. I took these tablets from time to time until unfortunately they suddenly stopped being made, I think they caused internal problems for some users and the health authorities banned them. Have any other readers used tablets or medicines and found the side effect that their jobbies became bigger or perhaps known someone else who did such as their mother, sister, girlfriend, wife etc? Yes Nicola, Id love to be the attendant at the toilet you and the girls in your Hockey Team use. All those big fat jobbies stuck in the pans.
When I was in 7th and 8th grade the bathrooms in the gym lockeroom were very close to the changing area. Often times the lost articles of clothing (socks, uniforms, jockstraps etc) would end up near the stalls, and usually they ended up in the urinals and everyone pissed on them, and at the end of the day the janitors would have to fish them out and toss them in the trashcan. Well there were many stories going around that after a poo, wiping with a jockstrap feels much better than with toilet paper, and they are right there to use. Of course I have to try it out and grab one off the floor and wiped once, now what do I do with it?! I toss it in the toilet and FLUSH. It goes down with everything else, and for some reason it was fun. So word got around and people were flushing jockstraps down the toilet.. Guess what... they all got backed up over 3 years and I guess they extracted some 3 garbage bags full of nasty jockstraps from the pipes leading out from the school. That was a interesting story to read the the paper.
Jill writes "Common sense would suggest that a man would sit further back than a woman." Sorry, Jill, I think the opposite is true. Women expect to sit in one (central) position from which they can do both number 1's and number 2's. Men CAN'T do this, the toilet isn't big enough, so we automatically sit well forward for number 2's. If we then involuntarily pee, it lands on the carpet!
To linda or anyone else who has rouble pooping: I suggest eating a bit more than your usual amount of dairy products (milk, ice cream, cheese, etc.). I find that when I eat quite a bit of these my poop tens to be softer and thus exit my rectum easier, so I don't end up whit a sore butt.
I don't really mind pooping in a non-privite situation if I really have to go. The unnamed guy that was checking the merchandise while he listed to the women reminded me of a time in which I was in a similar situation. I was in this store in a mall, and I had to go to the restroom. I almost thought that I was going to go in my panties until the employee told me that they had a restroom in the stockroom. I darted back there and quickly droped my pants with a loud fart. I sat on the toilet and continued to produce loud gassey farts and several long firm poops. What I didn't realize when I looked around was that the employees had been going about their everyday business and going to the stockroom as necessary even as I sat there pooping. There was even a male employee that saw me as I sat cleaning my clock in the storeroom. I was plenty embarrassed but I was much relieved after going to the bathroom. I couldn't have waited another minute! Fortunately there was a small roll of TP on the floor by the toilet and I didn't have to go very far. Hi Mike glad to hear from you!!~~ Jill I have found that the skidmarks in my toilet have had alot to do with how much I poop, what way I am sitting, and wheather or not I am sitting up strait or slouched, also the terd size itself. If I am sitting a little bit scooted up and I launch a "hole plugger" then the whole bottom of the bowl will be a skid.
A very funny thing happened today in class (I'm in college). The class room has a lot of personal computers, including one at the instructor's desk. Anyway, the instructor turned on his PC, and when Windows 95 booted up, instead of the usual musical notes playing (the wave file associated with starting Windows), a wave file containing severe farting and pooping sounds along with agonizing moans and screams played. The entire class got a big laugh from it, and the instructor, trying to keep his cool, said, "The Microsoft Sound surely has changed!"
i enjoyed a nice long poop at work this afternoon. i like having other dudes listening and smelling my waste. any other dudes get off on this like i do?
Thursday, January 28, 1999
Hello everybody..I have not posted for a long time...but read about twice a week...Nicola like your stories....any way I have a story to share with you all. I was on a train coming out of London (uk) with a colleague of mine. She is about 6ft tall but quite a large build. We had been out to lunch with clients and had both eaten a considerable amount....anyway once the train got underway she said that she was going to the toilet. About 15 minutes passed and she still had not returned to her seat, and the little engaged light was still showing above the toilet. After about 20 minutes she came out and sat back down. I asked if she was ok and she said yes, I feel a lot better now I have been for a pooh. Then she added quite out of the blue that she had not been for about three days, which was unusal as she was usually went at least once a day. I did not really know what to say but felt quite turned on listening to her talking about her BMs. With her talking about BMs I excused myself and said that I was going to use the toilet. When I got in their was a heavy smell of BM in the air mixed with her perfume, I opened the lid of the toilet and her pooh had clogged the system, it was about 12 inches long and about 4 to 4.5 inces thick, with little knobbly bits in it. Anyway I sat down and decided to buddy dump on her poo, and passed a smooth stool of about 7 inches long and 2 inches thick. I looked for the tp but thier wasn't any so stood up pulled pants up etc and returned to my seat. Karen was still awake, and remarked to her that she must feel better after passing such a big poo, she looked quite embarassed and said oh sorry didn't it flush away...i said no but told her that it did not matter. I also said to her that their was no TP...she said oh sorry I forgot to tell you. Later
Hi everyone I agree from my experiences w/ Nicola that females are generally likely to have larger poops due to rectal size.I believe men accomdate large ones but more infrequently.As for dropping food/items in toilets? It's not a great idea because of clogging but i often will pour gravys and the like down toilets even though kitchen's sinks have a grease trap, and i'm not exactly sure why myself.Regular Guy? It could be because she wants privacy or just peace and quiet. Yes i think most are if given the choice.In the morning i am quite interested only in having a cup of coffee and a good session,noisy,long stinky or whatever because i prefer to be empty before showering,this is the way I like to start the day.At work often you can feel constrained,thankfully at the museum there only a few of us and everone is considerate of each other,but we all know who humms, has long sessions,and have smelled other, It happens,just the other day I had to be there early,no session at home, coffee/bagels and at the meeting break myself and several others all discreetly trouped to the ladies room for relief well,I had a very long session of two brown bombs and not one but three shortys and was quite gassy,which i hope didn't offend anyone,My turds were were very thick and soli, which for me is normal.At the wash basin there was the client doing the same thing.we chatted and returned to the meeting.Love and bye Cassi returned to the meeting.
I have a curious facination about the description of the loud splashing sound that is continually being described in postings as a resounding "SPLONK" or "KERSPLONK" or "KUR-SPLOONK" etc., as a 12"+ turd hits the water in the toilet bowl. The thing that I don't understand is how a splash occurs at all when a solid poop is 12" or more. No matter how heavy a 12 incher may be, wouldn't the emerging tip of the turd already be in the water and even possibly touching the porcelain before the exiting end leaves the anus--hence producing very little sound at all? My toilets at home, as with most modern toilets in the US, have only about 6 or 7 inches between the water surface and the horizontal plane of the toilet seat itself. Therefore, when I occasionally produce a solid, heavy 12 incher, there is very little noise. I would have to be sitting at least a foot higher to produce that enviable "KURSPLONK" sound. There is a lot of splashing if the poop is say a 3-6 incher and is heavy and hard. I know that quite a few posters here are from Europe and I don't know the physical features of European toilets. Do your toilets have a deeper bowl or more space between the water surface and the rim? My girlfriends think i'm nuts for being so curious about such a trivial facination. Any comments?
To answer Regular Guy I would feel the same way as his girlfriend. The action of excreting is private, not always smooth, a moment when I feel vulnerable and 'dirty' and I don't enjoy sharing it, or even overhearing others in the same situation. Perhaps inhibition, but I guess most of those who don't use this forum and are shocked by it feel this way too. Perhaps it is more inhibiting. I gather guys quite often have problems peeing in multiple restrooms. I think there is a difference between choosing to share such an activity and having to share. And voyeurs seem to think so too, what are called 'sightings' certainly don't involve the consent of the woman sighted. As I said in a post about a cyclist who may have seen me peeing in a wood it can be erotic to be seen, not least because you feel unable to stop peeing even though you would like to. But I have often asked whether if I were bursting with beer or too much coffee and about to pee a huge and powerful stream I would want to be seen, or to see a girlfriend in the same situation. What do other men and women feel? I suspect it is never a question of an abstract, imaginary viewer (which gets close to areas of pornography) but being seen, or seeing a particular person. And if that person is just anyone, as in a shared restroom, then the stakes are too high for the person who just wants to go. I hope this isn't too heavy an attempt at analysis. It seems important to explore how I feel, and how far my feelings are also other people's feelings, and so 'normal'.
HI ALL, I've been reading these posts for months now and have decided to join in the fun. I am what you might call a public pooper. No, I don't have accidents but I enjoy finding stalless toilets in busy public places. I once was at a public market in the Western U.S. and had the sudden urge to poop. I made my way to the restroom and on my way down the hall I saw that one of the toilets was exposed to any people who happened in that dirrection. The womens toilets were off that hallway so even they would see me. I wasnt going to use it but as I entered the room I saw that every toilet in the place was occupied but that one. I really needed a BM so I ventured to that stall and dropped my shorts and underwear. As I sat down, I noticed that there were many people entering and leaving both the mens and womens restrooms. They all had a perfect view of me as I pushed and began to produce a large and firm but also a noisy and stinky BM. There were two women in their twenties at the end of the hall who suddenly noticed me and began laughing. I was beet red and even more embarrased when I realized I would have to wipe my bottom as many people watched on. It was a messy job too. I reached over and grabbed some tissue as I concluded my poop. I bent over some and began wiping my very poopy bottom. It took several wipes. As I was finishing, a mother and her preteen daughter were entering the hall and without thinking I looked at my TP to make sure I wiped well enough, there was a large piece of poop on the edge of the TP. I'm sure they saw this. Well, thats all for now, more later.
Something that has puzzled me recently: Quite often, when I have had a poo at home (or anywhere else) I tend to leave some "skidmarks" in the pan, but they are usually at the back of the bowl. If my husband leaves a mess in the pan (which is hardly ever - I think he cleans up after himself and me!) it is usually at the front of the bowl. Why should this be? Common sense would suggest that a man would sit further back than a woman. Any ideas?
Regular guy, I still only take a dump in a bathroom where I can lock the door. I never lilked going in large bathroms with many stalls, except when there were cleaning ladies in there. I do not like to crap around men, but get a buzz while doing it around women. Later, Kevin L
Wednesday, January 27, 1999
When I was little my friends and I would play in the sprinkler. A few times (I was about 6-8) we would go hide in the big trees in the backyard and watch each other pee through our suits. We keep going until we were "empty". A few of us also dod this with our behinds naked, but no one was allowed to watch, but they could have their backs turned and listen. Did anyone else do this? I now have to pee just thinking about it.
WOMEN MORE SELF-CONSCIOUS THAN MEN???
Restrooms have to be cleaned regularly. When the cleaning is done the bathroom doors are proped open to dry more quickly. This is ordinary procedure. When walking through a public place such as a university, have you noticed the wonam's restroom has its doors closed, even though it is a double door and the men's door is proped open, especially if the door is a double door. As a rule, women are more self-conscious and private than men about going to the bathroom.
Robin, I myself have not flushed too many "other" things down the toilet, but I have flushed dead spiders, strands of hair, and like Harry, I have occasionally flushed food down the toilet. But like you said, it is a very interesting question to ask everyone here, so I hope that everyone answers it.
I have no recent stories of seeing women using the toilet, but I do remember being in the bathroom as a little kid with grown women. I don't remember whole episodes...just little snippets that come to mind like flashbacks. In all these flashbacks, I remember looking up at the toilet because I was so small. I remember seeing my aunt who was in her early 30's, but there was no nudity because I was at her feet looking head-on. Cool memory anyway. It was at her house. She may have been babysitting me. My female cousin (roughly same age as me) was in there too. My aunt was and is nice-looking. She keeps in shape. Her pants were at her at her lower thighs close to her knees. She was talking to us as she was peeing. When she was finished, she asked my cousin to hand her the TP. I don't remember the wiping becuase my memory fades after that.
Ive got something intresting in telling this to everyone. My girlfriend is very funny when it comes to taking a good dump. If we are out in public and she has to poop, she will try to look for a single person restroom. She refuses to use a multi-person restroom where more than one person is allowed to enter. She likes to have the "power" to lock a bathroom door and have good solid privacy while she poops. If she has to pee, she doesn't care. Only when she poops, she has to use a bathroom where she can lock the door. That's not the worst of it. Everytime she poops in a single person bathroom she always clogs the toilet, how I do not know! She says she naturaly has long feces. If the restroom supplies a plunger, she will be considerate and unclog the toilet. Can anyone tell me why she likes single person restrooms? One where she can lock the door? Are most girls like this? Please give me feedback!!
Hi everyone. Nicola, you definitely deserve an award for your exceptional knowledge of the physiology of toilet habits. I went for a check up recently with the nurse at our GP's practice and broached the subject of bm frequency, size etc. She volunteered that the majority patients suffering from actual or perceived constipation problems were women - in many cases they were imagined; so long as the motion is large, well formed, smooth and passes out easily it does not matter whether it occurs daily, weekly or even monthly. However, if the motion consists of small, hard lumps constipation is indicated. I had a 2 stage poop yesterday - quite a rare event. I passed a small hard motion first thing in the morning, but when I arrived at the office felt an extreme urge to go again. This time it was quite large and soft but broke up into several pieces in the water. Love this site, keep sending in the posts everyone.
You poor clogged people should definately give the suppositories a try. I use them occasionally, and they are quite effect. After insertion, I usually can go in 15-20 min. The store brand glycerine ones work fine for me. Nice to use while in the shower or on trips. Just an idea for some of you.
Saturday at work, I felt the urge to use the toilet again to take a dump, and it was another big one!!! Four turds each at least 6 inches long...They were a very light golden color and I suspect I know the reason as to why they were very light in color...The past few days, since the last mass dump I had taken, my diet had consisted namely of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches...Does anyone else have a similiar experience of passing huge amounts after eating a lot of peanut butter over 3 or 4 days time?
I work at a local department store that has an "For women only"restroom and it's in one of the stockroom areas, which I spend most of the time working. Everytime I see one of the pretty workers start to make their way towards the room, I'll hide behind one of the shelves,letting them think that no ones in there. After I hear their foot steps pass by, I wait about a couple a seconds before I make my way down the hallway. I usally wait till I hear the door close, before I really get closer. It's kinda good because, there is some merchndise hanging right where I usally stand and listen. The toilet room is like a closet and the sink is in the outside area just about three times as big as the toilet room. So the sound just echos. I've listened so many times, but mostly the same women. There's this Indian girl, when she goes, it almost sounds like there's a faucet running in there, and she usually pees for about 30 seconds.Another girl, she's Asian, she's about 4'10, but she pees like a shower massager and she too pees for about 30 seconds. There's this caucasian girl who has timed pees. She usally goes about a half an hour before the store opens and two hours after the store opens. She's a jetter like the other two. Once in a great while, some of them takes a dump, but they're none of the ones that I want to hear. There was once an African-American girl that took 20 minutes, but there was no smell nor any sound and only one flush. Either she was constipated or playing with herself, I don't know. At least for once, I wanna hear someone having a wave of diarhhea or a gassy,pulpy, burst of poop. Maybe that Indian girl or that Caucasian girl. Well, if and when it happens, I'll tell you about it.
Tuesday, January 26, 1999
Hello all. On the debate about who does the bigger turds with all other things being equal, females or males, I tend to favour the "women do bigger jobbies viewpoint". It may be down to the different size and shape of the female rectum compared to the male but I also think that lifestyle has some effect. Many women have occupations which mean that they cant just go to the toilet as soon as they need, but have to hold it in till they get a break. Im thinking of women teachers, nurses, shop assistants etc though there are others Im sure. Also the busy mother getting her kids ready for school may have to put off doing a motion and hold it in till later when the feeling of needing to go may have worn off. This and the fact that women seem to be more likely to be slightly constipated as a default condition compared to men may be the reason why their jobbies are bigger when they do pass them compared to men's. Men also tend to drink more beer and this can have a softening effect on the stools. My boyfriend and I have started to compare results, we both eat about the same and are of a similar weight and build and are both athletic, sports playing types. We both pass long turds of a similar length but by and large my jobbies are fatter than his and a bit more firm and knobbly, his being smoother.
Mike, just what is your problem???? You cant have a lot of love for Keli if you want to break it off just because her mother saw you sitting on the pan doing a motion. She need never know a thing about it. I dont suppose her mother went home and said " Keli, I saw your boyfriend Mike having a dump in the school toilet" I dont suppose she even gave it a thought since as a school cleaner where the toilets have no doors she must have seen lots of pupils doing the toilet. Look, we all shit, some of us, like me, actually enjoy this natural function and like to share the experience with friends, and to read this web page there are lots of people out there who have the same interest. Keli dumps as does her mother, so its not a big deal is it. If you want to ditch the girl for other reasons, that's your affair, but if this is your only problem in an otherwise happy relationship just ignore it. If her mum has told her, she may not tell you she knows to avoid embarassing you as you are obviously a bit uptight about this function. If she does mention it, just tell her such things embarass you and ask her to change the subject. Personally, I'd say, just sit there and enjoy it. When I was at (High) School a few years ago at the age of 16 the caretaker was a friend of the family. One day I went to the Girls toilet at the end of the school day and he was cleaning. I went into a cubicle (stall) that he hadn't got to yet and dropped a real whopper, a big fat 12 inch torpedo which made a tremendous "Kur-sploonk!" and wouldn't flush away. As I came out of the toilet he got to that toilet and of course he saw my big jobbie lying in the pan. This didnt bother me nor him, he just filled his bucket with water and threw this down the pan which being a more powerful deluge that then ordinary flush, sent the jobbie on its way down the tubes. He didnt say anything about it to me or anyone else and as quite a few of the girls did big jobbies like this which often got stuck in the pan, such matters were commonplace and dealing with them just part of the caretaker's duties. I imagine this would have been a dream ticket for some of the blokes who post here such as Tony and Kenneth and Bill!
Brenda's boyfriend, Allison, and Kenneth all seem to have the two stage motion. This isn't uncommon if one is constipated, passing a hard lump then later, perhpas the following morning , the "log jam" is relieved and the rest comes down as a larger easier motion. I did one like this recently. I had been a bit constipated and at lunchtime did a couple of hard fat knobbly jobbies , a 7 incher and a 4 inch "mick" which made loud "Kerploonk! Kuplonk!" sounds to my boyfriend's great amusement (and arousal). I knew there was more to come but it wasn't going to come out then. We had our lunch and about 2 hours later I felt things moving in my ???? and went again to the toilet. My boyfriend said, "Nicky, you did a motion before lunch?" I replied, "Yes, but I need to do the rest of it now are you coming in with me?" He did and I then passed a long fat but easier smooth sausage with a "Floomp!" which stuck up out of the water and took 3 flushes to go away. Like "Poop Loggy Log" I have used the toilet when there has been no paper. I usually check this, but in this case I was at a friend's house and did my motion then found the paper had run out and there was none in the toilet itself. I shouted to my friend and her young brother, a lad of about 16 came in holding a roll. As I got up off the pan to take it from him with my panties pulled up as far as was safe to cover my modesty he had a good look down the pan and commented, "Cor, Nicky, I bet you feel lighter, have you been saving it up?" This didnt worry me, in fact I was quite proud of my achievement and happy for him to have seen it. Has this happened to anyomne else?
Lots of love to you all and thanks Kenneth for the "Brownie" award. What would it be, a gold plated model of a big turd mounted on a plinth?
To Lady T, I personally don't feel much control when I flush. I've met some people who get ashamed when the toilet malfunctions and wont flush. "anything"? What do you flush down the toilet other than #1 and #2 and TP? Hmm, that's a good open question for everyone isn't it. Everyone - What do you flush down the toilet other than #1 and #2 and TP?
Every Christmas I get bought by my family as a present, several packets of licorice allsorts. For the benefit of American readers, these are a sort of candy consisting of layers of black licorice alternating with layers of colored sugary material. They are extremely nice, but licorice is a well known laxative. Every day after eating these things, I get, first thing in the morning, the urge to go for a shit. There turds produced under the influence of licorice slip out very easily and they are very small and hit the water in a rapid series of plops, which are easy to count. The other day I produced no less than three lots of these easy to push out turds. There were 30 in the first installment, 10 in the second and 10 in the third. The interesting thing is that always, after about the first 10 or so, there is loud fart and the next few turds are blown out rather than fall out. But certainly it is a very pleasant feeling, because the turds are never so soft that they feel out of! control. Also wiping is easy.
hey jw nothing to worry about i went through it and im glad i did. at the end it was horrible. i had bad ???? cramps and a really bad urge to go but nothing would come out. so finally i asked my cousin to give me one. he was surprised and said you must have it bad cause you would rather die then get one. we were the only ones in the house so it wasnt so bad, after that horrible scene those of you who have had an enema know what i mean. i laid down on the rug in the bathroom and waited for it to work.i really had to go but i held it in so that it could have time to work. ack finally i couldnt stand it but i couldnt get up cause wehn i tried i felt it about to burst out. so my cousin sat me down on the toilet. i asked him to wait outside and he did, i knew this was going to be awful and i sure didnt want him to see me like that. but everythings okay and i feel better and a whloe lot lighter too. hee hee linda
Linda- I wonder if laxative suppositories might work? I know for a face thatDulcolax has them and I believe a few other brands do too. They're supposed to work in a few minutes instead of the normal tablets, which take their sweet time moving down trough your system. Hope you feel better soon though, I know ll to well how miserable the feeling is *hugs atcha*
Monday, January 25, 1999
Reading everyone's posts, brings back a memory from my teenage years about my seeing my boyfriend's poop in the toilet. We were at his house, no one was home but us, and we made ourselves dinner. While eating dinner my bf said that he had been a little 'backed up' lately and felt like he needed to use the toilet. I remember feeling embarrased hearing about his bowel problem. At that time, I was almost done eating and asked him if he wanted me to go ahead and clear the table and do the dishes. He said to leave his plate there, because if he is able to have a BM then he'll finish his dinner, but if he can't go poop then he is done eating. He then lit a cigarette and headed for the bathroom. At lease a half-hour later there was a knock at the front door. I went to the door and it was one of his friends. I told his friend to wait and I'll see if my bf can come to the door. I went to the bathroom door and yelled through the closed door that his friend was here. He mumbled something and got up off the toilet, pulled up his pants and went to the door to see what his friend wanted. In the meantime I had to pee and was waiting for the bathroom to be free. I went into the bathroom and there in the toilet was a small, compact-looking poop. I remember looking at it with amazement and embarrasement. First, because my bf got up and pulled his pants up without wiping himself (there was no toilet paper in the water); and second, because after all that time he sat on the toilet that was all he produced for his efforts. I felt kind of bad for him knowing that he was constipated.
I would like to know if any of you take a special pleasure in flushing your poops down the toilet? I personally think that flushing poops or anything (for that matter) down the toilet gives me a sense of control. Anyone else feels this way?
For those of you who enjoy the constipation stories, here's one of mine. When I was in high school I went on a weekend trip with my girlfriend and her family to their family reunion. We left on Friday evening, after school was out and her parents were home from work. It was about a three hour drive to their reunion site, and we were camping out for two nights. When we got there we set up our campsite and went to the outhouse since we both had to pee really bad. My gf came into the outhouse with me, and she peed first. Then it was my turn, I sqautted over the smelly outhouse toilet and peed. I then realized that I needed to also take a dump. I normally used to poop after school, when I got home, but I didn't take the time to poop before leaving the house that evening. But now I couldn't go with my gf standing there, and also there were a few other people waiting outside for there turn. I decided to wait and poop sometime later. Well, evening came and went and I no longer had the urge to go. The next morning it occurred to me that I hadn't gone ca-ca (as my mother always called it) the day before, but now I still didn't really feel the need. I figured that I would go later on during the day. Still no BM by Saturday night. By Sunday morning I knew I was constipated and was really feeling it. But we were going home that afternoon and I figured that I would get some relief once I was at home, as my mother usually had some suppositories on hand. I remember that three hour ride as being the most anxious and miserable drive of my life. All I could think of was getting home and sitting my butt on the toilet until I pooped. I would have been happy with getting anything out, even if it wasn't much. When I got home the first thing I did was go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet. In the meantime, I was unaware that my boyfriend had come over and was waiting for me in the next room (not far from the toilet). He must have heard me straining to move my bowels because when I finally came out of the bathroom he asked me if everything came out all right. I remember feeling very embarrased because I didn't know he had come over and was listening to me! To conclude my story, I was only able to squeeze out a very small hard stool at that time. The next morning I found the jar of suppositories in the hall cupboard and used one to get my much needed relief!
I was very embarrassed on Friday afternoon, I really had to crap after school, I figured nobody would be in the boys bathroom, cause only after school activities were going on. I sat down , and exploded ! I quickly started to wipe up, and get the heck out of there, cause I hate crapping without a stall door. I heard the door open, and without saying anything, the cleaning woman, who happens to be the mother of my new girlfriend walked in, and her eyes locked in on my crotch, while I was wiping my ass! She excused herself, and walked outside, but she has seen more of me than her daughter has already. Problem is, I am not sure how to deal with this situation. I want to break off with (Keli) but I don't want to explain what happeneed. I don't even want her mom to tell her she saw me. What should I do guys.??? HELP !!!!!!!
Poop Loggy Logg
Just wanted to share an interesting story with you all. I was reading some of the other forums on this site about half an hour ago when I got that familiar, not entirely unpleasant feeling of a healthy, firm load making its way into my lower rectum. I logged off (no pun intended) and went into the bathroom and sat down. With minimal effort I emptied my bowels, producing an unusually stinky crap. I waitied for a few more minutes to see if anything else was going to shake out, then looked down to check out my work. Here's what I saw: A very (VERY) large, soft, medium brown turd shaped exactly like a lower-case cursive "r". It looked like this:___ / | ___/ |____I don't know how it got shaped that way...some unholy combination of gravity and inertia, I guess. Adding up the lengths of the straight pieces, the whole thing was probably over 15 inches long. A record-breaker for me!! The weird thing is, even with all those bends (including the two right angles), it was still one continuous piece of shit. It also had a couple of little round friends accompanying it in the bowl. Well, the story takes a turn for the worse at this point. Ready to wipe, I turned to find the toilet paper dispenser completely empty. I leaned as far as I could to open the cabinet where we usually store the tissue, but there wasn't any in there! I knew we had a large bulk-size package of t.p. in the downstairs bathroom, but my ass was filthed up and sticky from the job I'd just done. But there was no alternative...I had to go downstairs with my pants halfway down...very embarrassing as some of our blinds were open and it was dark enough outside that people could see me if they had happened to look. Fortunately, I was home by myself (unlike many of you, I am not cool about letting my wife see me answering the call of nature (number two)). Well sir, I finally limped into the downstairs bathroom and finished wiping up. And then I came straight back to my computer and logged back on, just to submit this story, because I know you all will appreciate it *L*. See ya!
I finally got up enought nerve to take a BM in front of my significant other the other day. He had come home from school and I had to do number two. I called him to come into the bathroom because I was going to ask him something about his razor. When he got in there I told him that the real reason was that I needed to poop and that I wanted him to be in there with me. I undid my pants and slid them to the floor with my pants. His eyes lit up as I turned and went to sit on the toilet. He caught a glimps of my tush and made a comment. I got situated on the pot and he sat on the end of the tub and held my hand. I told him to make some noise because it was too quite in there, I didn't want to break the silence with my gas. He started talking to me and I passed some gas. He just smiled and held my hand. I was a little embarassed. He just kept on telling me about his day. He got quiet again and then I started talking. I pushed out a little plipper and everything got quiet. More and more and more plops and splashes untill the big turd was in the end of my butt. I told him to talk some more, he did and I crackled and pushed out my tuna terd in the pot. It made the biggest splash and I turned bright red. He just kissed me and smiled. He was so sweet about the whole thing. He even totaled up the damage on the toliet paper for me. Anyone else had a similar experience?
For Moira>> and others interested. The book mentioned earlier which has a chapter describing watching defecation is "My Secret Life" by "Walter" (a pseudonym), now published in the UK by Arrow paperbacks. The relevant chapter is in vol 1, chap 16, page 677. The book is the supposedly true diary of a Victorian gentleman who was a sex maniac of the worst sort. In this chapter he is stuck in a French town and discovers a hole in the wall of the toilet at the station, and uses it to spy on women passengers relieving themselves. He keeps saying how disgusting he finds "that function", but he keeps going back for more!!
Hello Everyone, It has been awhile since I have posted anything although I keep up on all of the posts by others. I have really identified with some shares lately. Joyce I totally understand where you are coming from. I identify so much with what you wrote. I am frequently constipated and I like to hear other constipation stories. I too have had a lot of experience with suppositories and continue to use them frequently now. I have always been interested in hearing other guys taking a dump and being constipated. I can look at a guy and wonder if he is constipated and if he ever uses a suppository and really get off on the thought. I am learning now that women have this same fascination. Amazing. Also I can identify with what both Kerry and Chris wrote in their shares. I really like listening and watching (when possible) another guy take a dump and I even have a streak of exhibitionist in me that likes to be watched. However there are certain circumstances or people that cause me to totally close down and become so shy that I cannot take a dump at all. I hate hotel room/bathroom arrangements as you can generally hear everything that happens. I also hate staying at some peoples houses for the same reason. Maybe it is because it takes me a long time to go and I usually have to grunt and make some noise in order for it to happen. In the right places and with the right people I can really be an exhibitionist. Who can figure? I continue to enjoy everyone's shares. Hello to Carlos, Fernando ( where are you?) Brent C., Drew, Steve. Always enjoy your stories!
When I was about 7 years old, one summer day I was playing a version of hide-and-seek with friends, and so we were often running into the bushes to hide. A children's paddling/wading pool existed in the park, and during one 'hiding' episode in the bushes I ran into a girl, probably a couple of years younger than me, squatting with her one piece swim suit pulled to one side of her bum and a torrent of yellow diarrhea squirting out of her bum crack. I remember saying to her "Uuugh. Couldn't you have gone to the toilets?" To which she replied, simply, "No!" Later on, I passed the same spot and saw a big 'cowpat' mass of shit in the long grass. If this girl is reading this these many years later and has never got over the embarrassment – you can have the last laugh. Later during the game of hide-and-seek I had forgotten about the cowpat and ran straight into it! Took ages to clean off my shoe.
REX - I had to poop for a test once (suspected food poisoning) but in my case I had to take the tube (and a little plastic trowel-type thing) home with me and then put a bit of poop into the tube with the trowel and send it back in a selaed envelope. Not too difficult, unless the poop sinks in the toilet!
I too like to take enemas. I just use them once in awhile when my poop seems to be too dry or if I know I haven't been eating enough fiber. Sometimes my poops are like paste. They are like mush and have no form to them. That's when I like to rinse my rectum out. I like to use the plastic squeeze bottle that I saved from a Fleet's disposable enema that I used once. The bottle is getting kind of crushed looking from reusing it so many times. I've been wanting to buy one of those combination douche/enema/hot water bottles from the store so that I can take real enemas when I feel the need. I used to have one of those combo units, but I threw it away when I moved in with my boyfriend because I didn't want him to find out about my enema fetish. Now I have my own place so I guess it's time to buy another one :-)
As a kid I remember talking to my girlfriends about our own mothers giving us enemas or suppositories. There was something exciting about it to us, but we had to talk in private for fear of letting someone hear us. One time I asked my friend to show me the suppositories that her mom had. We were giggling as we went to the refrigerator. Just as she opened the door and showed me the jar of the clear, waxy sticks on the shelf, her mother must have heard us because she yelled at us and asked what we were doing. I remember her telling me that her mom inserted a suppository into her while she was sleeping. I thought that was strange because my mom gave it to me while seated on the toilet. I remember going to another friend's house, and we were giggling because her younger sister had to take an enema that morning. My friend took me into her bathroom and showed me the red empty enema bag still hanging in there. We got in trouble then too, because her mom heard us laughing about it. It turns me on when I recall those memories!
When I was about 7 yrs old, I remember forcing my younger sister to let me watch her poop come out. Since I was older, I always got my way! She would let me know when she had to poop and we would go into the bathroom together. She would sit on the toilet but lean forward enough for me to see. I would get down on my knees with my face as close as I could get and wait for her rectum to finally open up. Sometimes it took awhile for her to finally poop. I was amazed at how it looked. Her rectum pushing and pushing and finally opening up and extruding a brown log, and then it plopped into the toilet water. I was fascinated. I think I only let her watch me poop a few times.
I had a bad stomach-ache last Saturday, and I cured it with Pepto-Bismo. The Pepto-Bismo cured my stomach-ache, but I was dissatisfied with the after-effects. The next day, Sunday, me and my father were sitting by the fireplace watching T.V. (I'm 13 years old and I live with my father, and I was wearing nighty at the time). I was sitting with my legs curled underneath my butt, which is a position that makes it impossible to hold-in crap. Since I was sitting in a position where I coulnd't restrain my crap, I had an accident in my panties. I went up to the bathroom to clean-up, and I noticed what the Pepto-Bismo had done to my crap. It had turned it completly black (like thick motor oil) and very sticky (it stuck to my crotch and upper legs). That's the last time I take Pepto Bismo for a stomach ache. Usually, when I crap my panties, I'm able to clean them up really quickyly - but this time, the Pepto Bismo had made my crap so thick, sticky, and black, it was hard to get the stain off of my panties.